"I AM SO SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS..."

There are only so many things that you can say when a person dies.

My Facebook pages seems to have so many deaths shared, of parents, of siblings and sometimes even children.



I'm getting to the age where death and I have a much more comfortable relationship.

When each one of my parents died, it was with a great sense of relief. My dad had been completely miserable since his first major stroke, and my mom died of breast cancer.

Both had lived pretty full lives and were in their early 80's.



And although I'm only 58, I've lived much much longer than the doctors had predicted I would with my miniature and weak lungs. I just try to be grateful for each day.

BACK HOME AGAIN

It's literally just been a few days.

But Oregon was dark and overcast and cold.

It was staying in small hotel rooms.

Taking naps on strange, cold beds in unheated bedrooms.

Looking at grey freezing landscapes.

It's nice being back to sun.

Warm and DRY climate.

Yeah.

I like coming home.

WALLA WALLA

I am very much a creature of habit.

I like having my regular computer, my toothbrush in it's normal spot. 

I enjoy the feel of familiar blankets, and my own lumpy pillows.

I am accustomed to my cat being curled up behind my knees, and the dog laying within my arm's reach.








So it's difficult to admit  even to myself that I am rather enjoying myself being all alone in a hotel room waiting to watch the first episode of the third season of Sherlock.

BE STILL

Be still and know that I am God.




Be still and know that I am.




Be still and know that I.

Be still and know that.

Be still and know.




Be still and.

Be still.

Be.